Quickfire wrote:may I make a suggestion. if everyone stopped fiddling with muton palin and flying him all the way around the fkn world and started writing instead then there'd be a lot more posts.

It is just a fun game. Nobody put a gun to your head to participate, so no whining please. Muton is travelling, because he is cheap enough to go MIA. Nobody is willing to take the risk in his Gaucho getting lost in the mail somewhere.

No offence intended, but in two days flooding a board with a lot of bull does not revitalize a board at all.

Sorry old boy, got a bit carried away. Muton heresy? Guilty as charged I suppose. Ich stande hier ich kann nicht anders. The thread title's a bit strong, must have got over emotional... All those years of being cold and clinical affected my brain. God speed the Palin Muton.

So, maybe we could install a jukebox and liven things up a bit?

Aufwiedersehen.

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"We want the finest wines available to humanity, we want them here, and we want them now?"

"I'm sorry, we're closed"

"We are highly trained military professionals - if you don't give us any cake, we'll destroy this place (which is clearly a front for your evil organisation) and install a fkn jukebox in here!!!"

"Go away or we'll call the police."

<scuffle>

"Er... use the buttons on the side of my head mounted gun to select a track of your choice - change cd's by lifting my vizor and inserting a cd onto my eye which was always actually a cd player - I can also be modified as a walking 1980s prototype iPod"

"That's that sorted then. Waiter!"

"Bzzzzzzzztttt"

"What's does the Chef recommend?"

"I. ask. him. shall. I."

"Well?"

"Raw fiszzzhhh."

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"We live at the end of an age. Sh*t on by GI Joe, shovelled up by Cobra, and here we are, we few; probably the last island of creativity in the world."

Meanwhile back by the Muton jukebox:

"So how did you get into this jukebox lark then?"

"My aerial began picking up signals from the cosmos."

"You mean radio waves?"

"Exactly my good man. I used the spare 2bits of processing capacity in the 1983 ZX Spectrum and two ZX81 motherboards that had been installed inside my capacious head as my prime CPU unit and after deleting redundant programme 5 (of 5) <Last ditch suicide attack on Z Force Tank whilst the Baron escapes> to relay them over the speaker hidden somewhere behind my eye. Shads like karaoke as much as the next Joe in between missions."

"Microphone ready boys..."

" We. are. family!"

"Maybe you've all spent too much time together. How about updating the songs a bit?"

"Do you think we can fly?"
"Do you think we can fly?"
"Do you think we can fly?"
"Well I do, I doooooooooooooooooooooo....."
"DJ Lethal - get your groove on!"
"zz-z-zzz-z-zzz-zz-zzz"

Back at the bar -

"You're the poacher!"

"There's nothing in my bin of interest to you. I've been watching you, especially you, prancing like a t*t. You want working on boy."